missed the mark

I want to make it clear that you should find your own meaning in what I write. That's all I want to make clear.

 

A year from now it won't be to late

to take the time to sit and wait

about how we even got here.

Time will tell the truth to you

to tell the truth next to you

is to keep my eyes from darting

you missed the mark and left one too

now there's nothing left to do,

but watch yourself destroy things.

A burning heart inside the glass

to keep the moth from waxy dust

or to wonder if he still belongs here.

A Christian hissy fit you find

in certainty and pulsing pride

but no,

I can't remember why we were fighting.

By now you know the things you want

are lost in laughter leaving loss,

while you're whistling past the graveyard.

Intentionally writing off whoever dares to dine with God

is still afraid of speaking.

Prayer before everything

the words in red I read to sing

like the scripture that you buried.